I disagree with the findings of this Anthrozoologist. Cats know you’re human and not a cat. They’re aware you and the family dog are entirely different species. You may be their parents, but they’re aware you’re not a cat. Cats are family; it’s the stupid dog who is the household pet.
What cats don’t get is that despite the fact you’re a hopeless stumbling klutz with miserable dexterity and incapable of speed, cannot smell things across the house, evidently can’t hear for crap, and are demonstrably blind as a bat, you’re the most amazing hunter they’ve ever seen. It’s madness.
You wake up in the morning, go away for hours and hours, then return home around sundown with bags of food and begin a great feast. How in the HELL do you do it, they wonder. You can’t even go to the bathroom in the dark without crashing around and almost killing yourself (or a nearby cat) yet the big cold box you hide the best food in is always filled with all kinds of delectable meat. Cats are impressed, but they’re sure they can still do better which is why they always try to get outside.
Excellent post!
Bwahahaha! Awesome post!
LOL.
You should write for a comedy series.